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I took deep breaths to calm my nerves while seated in the wide, spacious bathroom that could hold twelve people doing different activities at once without a hitch. My kitchen was a rat's home compared to this.

It was almost six o'clock in the morning and I was still trying to recover from the aftershocks of intense pleasuring Max had put me through the previous night. He'd fucked my pussy so good with his tongue — a treat which no other past ex-boyfriend of mine had agreed to — and we had rough, marathon sex till about two in the morning before we eventually fell asleep to recharge and he woke me up by five for one brief quickie.

I sighed in contentment as I scanned the luxury bathroom once more, wondering how surreal it would feel to have my bath in it every single day of the week. It was so exotic and everything looked so fancy and expensive. I bet the money used to purchase the oval stone jacuzzi sitting in a corner would be enough to cover my rent for two straight years. There was